A Sonnet

by Scott

“A Different One”

You are the different one–or so it seems
With peacocked hair and darkened eyes, you fair
Woman of the greater world that beams
The physicality of why I’m here.
The individual; the American:
From outside you certainly dress the part…
Or has the part dressed you? A little hand,
A careful craft of perfectly copied art?
I’ve seen the branding that you wear and it’s
Not different from what anyone else has.
No, the shaving of the crotch has left some bits,
Some hairs and skin and red dots, whereas
The true individual never knows these things:
In her the chimes of insecurity do not ring.

-2011

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